You are unlucky and I am tough

Cheng Shuang felt that a pair of eyes were always on her, following her wherever she went, which made her very uncomfortable. She looked back several times before she roughly determined who it was. She narrowed her eyes and took the teapot to the workers' table to add more tea.

Behind them were Wei Changgui's family, and indeed, that gaze was even more obvious.

She was about to turn around to warn when she suddenly found a foot secretly reaching out behind her. If she didn't see it and stepped back directly, she would definitely be tripped and fall backwards.

In this dynasty, if she, a newly married young wife, fell into the arms of another man in public, and this man was her husband's brother, she would be gossiped about by the villagers for the rest of her life.

Moreover, she was holding a kettle in her hand, and she might get burned if she fell. Looking at the long-spouted teapot in her hand, a hint of cruelty appeared in Cheng Shuang's eyes. Don't blame her if she wants to hurt people.

She did not step back, but turned around on the spot, tilted the long-spouted teapot in her hand downwards, and the tea spilled directly onto Wei Da Kui.

"Ah...it's so hot."

Wei Da Kui jumped up with a scream because of the burn.

The water in the teapot was not freshly poured from the pot, but the temperature was still hot enough to hurt someone.

Wei Da Kui was so burned that he pulled at his clothes and shook violently, shouting in frustration, "Cheng Shuang, you want to kill me? You're pouring such scalding water on me."

Wei Da Kui's wife, Li Xianglan, opened his clothes and took a look. "Oh, it's all burned red. What is this, Third Sister-in-law?"

Cheng Shuang said calmly, "Sorry, my hand slipped and I didn't hold it firmly."

The guests were all looking over here, and Wei Qinglang also stood up and came over, followed by Cheng Lizheng and several elders of the clan.

"What's wrong?" Wei Qinglang asked.

"What a bad thing your wife did. She poured such hot tea on my son." Wei Changgui spoke first.

People in the yard gradually gathered around. Wei Qinglang looked at Cheng Shuang. She was lowering her head slightly and looking down, with a look on her face that was a bit...

Wei Qinglang thought he had seen it wrong, so he checked it again and found that yes, he did feel a little aggrieved.

"I didn't hold the kettle firmly." She said softly.

"You obviously did it on purpose."

Wei Changgui pointed at Cheng Shuang and shouted, but Wei Qinglang gave him a sidelong glance and he immediately put his hand down.

"I'm not."

Cheng Shuang looked at Cheng Lizheng and several elders in a weak voice, "I just felt dizzy and didn't hold the teapot firmly. Grandpa Lizheng, I really didn't mean it."

"Okay, I get it. Don't worry." Cheng Lizheng immediately believed it and looked at Wei Changgui, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you act like an elder?"

After saying that, Cheng Lizheng went to check the place where Wei Da Kui was burned. The area from the collarbone down was all red. Fortunately, the water was not freshly boiled and there were no bubbles.

After reading it, Cheng Lizheng coughed lightly and said, "Da Kui, go find Doctor Wang and ask him what medicine he wants to prescribe and how much it costs. Ask Qinglang to give it to you. Shuang girl didn't do it on purpose."

Several elders also nodded and said, "Let's go find a doctor first to see if it's serious. Don't make a fuss on such a happy day."

Wei Da Kui gritted his teeth in anger. He could feel that Cheng Shuang did it on purpose, but since the head of the village and the elders had spoken, he didn't dare to make a fuss and say that Cheng Shuang had burned him on purpose. Moreover, the burned area was burning with pain, and he could hardly bear it.

He glared at Cheng Shuang fiercely, then shouted at his wife, "What are you standing there for? Help me find Doctor Wang."

After Wei Da Kui left, Cheng Lizheng told everyone to sit back down.

Cheng Pan came over and took the teapot from Cheng Shuang's hand, "Sister, if you are not feeling well, go back to your room and rest for a while."

Cheng Lizheng also said, "Qinglang, help your wife go back and rest. She must be too busy."

Wei Qinglang nodded and went over to help Cheng Shuang back to the room.

As soon as she entered the room and closed the door, Cheng Shuang shook off Wei Qinglang's hand, walked quickly to the bed and sat down, hugging her arms and snorting angrily.

It was a weak and pitiful little thing just now, but now it has turned into a puffer fish that is about to explode with anger.

Wei Qinglang laughed, "Why did you burn him on purpose?"

"Yes, I did it on purpose."

Facing Wei Qinglang, Cheng Shuang finally didn't have to endure it anymore. She said angrily, "He secretly stretched his foot behind me and tried to trip me, wanting me to fall into his arms and take advantage of me. What's wrong with me scalding him? I wish I could pour boiling water directly over his head."

In this dynasty, women already had a hard time and valued reputation even more. She didn't dare to imagine that if the current Cheng Shuang was still the original owner, a weak woman who had been bullied by her family since childhood and had a reputation as a jinx, would she be forced to death if Wei Da Kui succeeded.

Wei Qinglang guessed that Cheng Shuang did it on purpose, but he didn't expect it to be for such a reason.

The two looked at each other, one angry and the other stunned.

In a moment, Wei Qinglang turned and left, "I'm going to catch up and beat him up right now."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go, come back."

Cheng Shuang caught up and pulled the man back. "I've already taught him a lesson. There's no need to beat him up. There are so many people watching and we'll have to pay for his medical expenses later."

"Isn't this too cheap for him?"

"What else can I do? I just burned him in a fit of rage. Now I regret it. Who knows how he'll blackmail us later."

The more Cheng Shuang thought about it, the more she felt that she had been impulsive. She said angrily, "What kind of luck do we have? Most people in this village are good, there are only a few weirdos, and our two families make up the majority. As soon as they came to our door, the villagers all poked their heads out of the door to look in as if they were watching a big show.

Also, I just went to the kitchen, and Hu Chunhua's two daughters-in-law insisted on working there. I couldn't get them out, and they both looked like they were seriously ill."

Wei Qinglang listened to Cheng Shuang's complaints and felt that she seemed to be in a bad mood today, so his tolerance for her extreme relatives plummeted.

He advised: "It's just for this day, be patient, everyone will leave after dinner."

"What a shitty meal! I'm full of anger."

"Then what should we do?" Wei Qinglang didn't know how to comfort the angry girl. After thinking for a while, he said, "How about you buy something you want to eat, like fried chicken, hamburgers, and cola, and hide in my space to cool off?"

Cheng Shuang looked at him speechlessly, "Even if you prepare a feast, I still have no appetite. Forget it, just go out. You can deal with those weird relatives outside. I want to lie down for a while."

Wei Qinglang scratched his head and said, "Okay, then you take a rest. I'll be outside."

He turned and walked out. Cheng Shuang looked up at his departing back and sighed softly.

Fortunately, she is not alone. Fortunately, there is someone to discuss with and confide in.

Wei Qinglang returned to his original seat, and the yard became lively again as if nothing had happened.

The first batch of wedding cakes baked in the kitchen came out of the oven. Two helpers carried them out to distribute to the villagers, two to each person. Some of the villagers who received the wedding cakes dispersed one after another, while some stayed to join in the fun.

The aroma of meat continued to waft from the kitchen. By the time the wedding cakes were almost distributed, it was already three quarters past three in the afternoon. Chen came out and said that the food was ready to be served.

After clearing the table, several people in the kitchen began to serve the dishes, and Hu Chunhua's two daughters-in-law also helped serve the dishes.

There were six dishes on the table: stewed radish and musk deer meat, braised meat, fried chicken with mushrooms, stewed duck, fried eggs with leeks, and a stir-fried vegetable. Each dish was quite large in portion. This meal was considered quite good in the village.

Cheng Shuang also came out of the room and sat at the same table with her brothers and sisters, Cheng Xiaoguo and Cheng Xiaomai. The two children were very well-behaved.

Cheng Shuang had no appetite herself, so she picked up a chicken leg for Cheng Xiaomai. Seeing that the child didn't look well, she observed him carefully.

She remembered the original owner's memory. Cheng Xiaoguo's sister seemed to be in poor health and had to take medicine all year round, so she rarely came out.

"Brothers, please try this dish, Brother Gongming." Cheng Li was introducing the braised meat in front of him at the main table. "This is the braised meat made by Cheng Shuang. The taste is very special."

Everyone at the table picked up their chopsticks and nodded repeatedly after tasting the food.

Cheng Lao Xiucai ate several pieces in a row and praised them, "Not bad, with a unique aroma, better than the pickled meat made in the city restaurants, smooth and fat without being greasy."

"The pig offal is well-prepared," an elder said. "I've eaten dishes in town before where someone tried to use pig offal. Not only was it smelly, but I couldn't chew it."

"This is pig intestines, right? How come it's not flavorful at all?"

"Qinglang, your wife has this skill. She can cooperate with the restaurant in the county town. She will definitely make a lot of money."

"That's right. Any dish at Taibailou in the county town costs three or four hundred coins."

Several old men praised the braised pork one after another, but Wei Qinglang just nodded and smiled.

He never thought about making money by cooperating with the restaurant to sell braised meat. Cheng Shuang made braised meat for her family to eat. She was good at medicine.

He could learn how to make it from Cheng Shuang and then work with a restaurant, but buying meat, preparing it, and delivering it every day was too much of a hassle.

Especially since pig offal is too troublesome to handle, he would not be able to make money as quickly as writing by being so busy day after day.

However, I can discuss with Cheng Shuang about selling the house, or teach the villagers how to do it and let them cooperate with the restaurant, and they will get some share of the profits.